A Guest Post By SamKitots
Three weeks ago, Sarah’s cousin Mwikali had come to the prime of her pregnancy duration. Her boyfriend had run off upon hearing that she was pregnant and she had to go back to her father’s house. This was one of the hardest choices she had to make as this relationship was her way out of the desolate family. Mwikali’s mum had long since died and her dad was very depressed for a while. Her brothers, school dropouts, were also staying in the house with her dad. None of them was really making headway with the chang’aa brewing. Desolation had struck the family and a baby was on the way.
Mwikali was insistent on making things work. She knew that this wasn’t going to be a family curse and decided that keeping the baby and bringing the child up in a positively enabling environment would be the way to go. Sarah always wanted to have such courage. She watched as Mwikali went through the motions of expecting a baby, as she dealt with the public ridicule and the shame that came with being sent back home to the village from whence she came. Time came and Sarah was called to the big city for a job. She wanted to be there to support Mwikali, but Mwikali encouraged her to go for this starter job. “When I can travel with the baby, and your find a place to stay, I will come and visit you, maybe we will create a better world for this child”
Sarah hesitantly left and made her way to her new job as a house help.
It was a beautiful Sunday morning, Sarah was getting ready to go for her usual day off and that’s when she got the call from her dad. Mwikali had gone into labour early that morning.
The family was caught by surprise and they called a nearby family for assistance. There was a new mother in the house and she came out to help Mwikali push through the delivery. A baby boy was born. Innocent as ever, the child was healthy. Mwikali was happy. After a few minutes she started bleeding. They could not figure out why and needed to rush Mwikali to the nearest hospital which was over twenty kilometers away. The nearest vehicle was five kilometers away. By the time a vehicle came, Mwikali had lost a lot of blood and had passed out. Mwikali was pronounced dead upon arrival at the hospital. She had not even had a chance to name the child.
The above story is a true account of real events. However, one thing is for sure, God has brought this situation for us to rally together and assist this child. A mere Kshs. 600 could feed this baby for a week. Clothes in the village are hard to come by. Should you wish to assist make life easier for this child, feel free to get in-touch with me. My wife and I have committed to supporting the child until he is weaned. Your support will be highly appreciated.
Donations can be dropped at Kingdom Business Network along Kabarnet Road, off Ngong road, behind Uchumi Hyper. Label the donation c/o @SamKitots and I will get them. Monetary donations can be sent to M-pesa number 0721 411 461. Any assistance will be highly appreciated.
Appreciation: Sam for taking care of the baby who is now three weeks old and is called Emmanuel.